I need a remote for my life and new batteries
so I can skip the scenes of heartache and catastrophe
and mute the frantic, manic, fucking voices in my head
rewind my zombified insides just a bit.
My thoughts are such a mess, like broken cigarettes
a toxic mix of chemicals inside my head
I don't know what to say and neither does my brain
feelings are fucking hard for me to grasp and even harder to explain
and in my dreams I've been choking on flies
they fill my mouth, they fill my nose and then they fill my fucking eyes
and now you're gone, yeah you're gone
and I don't know how to feel, I never know.
I can't pretend that I don't care and the half-life of that feeling's still there
but it's not, it's not enough
Like cave in victims my mind is stuck
on the way things used to be and the change in both of us
and like pulling shards of glass out of a bloodied pair of feet
it is difficult and painful and hard to see
My thoughts are such a mess, like broken cigarettes
a toxic mix of chemicals inside my head
and God knows I hate change or maybe he don't
coz god is just the imaginary friend of the pope
and in my dreams when I crawl out of the sea
I find some creature of the deep has laid its eggs inside of me
and now you're gone, yeah you're gone
and I don't know how to feel, I never know.
I can't pretend that I don't care and the half-life of that feeling's still there
but it's not, it's not enough
A vibrant vision of "Central Americana" from the Costa Rica-based artist, blending heartland devotionals with playful Tropicália grooves. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 27, 2022